You know you are an addict
When you look outside and
the trees are blowing
the rain is falling
the air is cold
and you say to yourself
Mmmmm, I think I'll go for a run.
When you look outside and
the trees are blowing
the rain is falling
the air is cold
and you say to yourself
Mmmmm, I think I'll go for a run.
3 comments:
Addict is so...
Enthusiast?
No.
Huh.
Addict...
Aaaadddict....
Whatever.
I love your poems.
I like Aaaadict. That will be my new self-title. I glad someone likes my poems. :)
I also like your comment comments.
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